The Prince's Revenge
Prologue

DSP prologue

The war will end soon. The grinning king filled with pride, started to lower his sword and told his troops to prepare for a second negotiation.

He got off his horse and started wiping the blood on his cheek with his hand.

“Padahan, this war will not happen if they want to obey and do not believe the silly letter” said the King.

The King initially thought that the war occurred because the people in the new government of the kingdom of Aerel —neighboring kingdom— did not agree to the old agreement, regarding the vacant land that was on the border of their kingdom territory.

Upon hearing the matter, the king, who was famous for his wisdom, immediately intervened and re-diplomated with them to get the best decision. However, the offer was rejected by them. Indirectly, they have declared war on the King.

Whether the people who occupied the new government were stupid, or all this time, the kingdom did have a hidden grudge on his kingdom. It was seen from how they started the attack rashly, as if war was a child's game.

Shortly when preparations for the counter-attack began, the king was still astonished to hear from one of the royal spies.

‘The king and his army, are not as good as they used to be. Instead of fighting for land that is not habitable, it would be better if our territory captured.’

That is how the letter that became the beginning of the war happened. The spy told the King that there was a figure there who had a personal grudge against him. So, once the letter came, he tenaciously sought a partner to carry out the mission.

“Hahahaha” recalled the report, the king laughed and felt even more proud of his victory.

“Your Majesty,” suddenly a heavy voice from the direction of the trees, calling firmly the king. The figure of the man dressed in black, came step by step while holding the two severed heads in his hands.

“I.. it” feeling of pleasure and pride that had enveloped the heart of the king, suddenly disappeared just like that, when he realized who the owners of the heads.

“The princes are dead.” There is no sense of sadness and doubt when the sentence is said. His eyes, which looked intently at the King, were looking forward to what kind of reaction the King would show.

The king shut his mouth. He gulped his saliva as if something was stuck in his throat. The air from the green trees that should make it calm even made it crowded.

The man holding the two heads was the third son of the king. It's just that, unlike her sisters who came from the queen's womb, she came from a prostitute.

The king was forced to raise and educate the man in his castle, because his figure was very similar to the king and the king's first child.

“Who would dare to do this?” Ask the king.

He still could not believe what he saw. Her three children had learned sword arts lessons since they were young. He strongly believed, these three were excellent swordsmen. In fact, none of the knights dared to go against them.

The man who had taken a slow step towards the king, had now reached a distance not far before the king. He then signals the king to drive out those around him.

The king also obeyed him. Before long, the people around them took a step back. Give privacy to both people, so they can talk calmly.

The man smiled. “Do you not know who did this?” Her speech.

The king's eyes rounded when he saw his son grinning. He did not want to think that the perpetrators of this heinous murder were none other than the younger siblings of the victims.

The King's hand shook. While trying to think clearly, he lowered his hand to grab the sword he had already put into its sheath. However, he had not managed to take the sword, all of a sudden...

Seriate.

***

With a vexation covering him, he finally closed the novel and lay down on his bed. “If I knew the second book would be connected in the middle of the road like this, I should have waited until volume three came out first” griguanya.

‘Prince Egon. What is the mastermind of the war he is? Though he has been given a second chance to live again, but why instead he used it for revenge?’ While looking at the ceiling of his room, he tried to find the answer to his question.

‘Hah, if only I were on Egon's side, I would have him find another way to get revenge. Who can live a quiet life if revenge in such a heinous way?’ Gerrutu back.

‘Egon... Is there a way, so that you can be happy?’ Further.

Such was the last sentence Mysha said to herself, before finally, she closed her eyes to sleep.

That night, suddenly heavy rain and strong winds disrupted Mysha's sleep. Mysha's feelings are still washed away in the novel ‘The Dark Prince’ makes it even more unsettled. Every time he closed his eyes firmly, a terrifying Egon figure appeared before him. The third prince looked at Mysha with his arms outstretched toward her, as if asking her for help.

Mysha tried not to care about her figure. He was very sure that it was just his imagination.

Because indeed, every time he read in the novel story that made him drift, his dreams and imagination went wild.

”You will tell me how to live a happy life, right?” Said the man.

Mysha was shocked to hear this. Isn't that what he said before he fell asleep? Mysha, who felt guilty, finally grabbed the hand. Then he went back to sleep.

***

The night has changed. The sun came in place of the moon's duty to work to give light to life.

Mysha, who was finally able to fall asleep, was awakened by the alarm of her phone that sounded loud. As he grabbed his phone and peeked into his screen to press the ‘snooze button,‘ he was struck by the shadow of someone standing not far from his bed.

He also opened his eyes. While trying to remain calm, he raised his head to examine the figure. And it turns out what he saw was true. A man was standing not far from his bed. Wearing full royal clothes like a prince who is often depicted in royal-themed stories.

He took a deep breath. Look at the figure carefully. “Prince.. Egon?” Said doubtful.

The man had green eyes like jade. Her hair was slightly wavy with black hair color, as black as the feathers of a crow. His posture was high and his skin was bright like a pearl.

The same image as Prince Egon in the novel.

Mysha changed her position. He sat on his bed, staring at him in disbelief.

‘YA PITY! Did I die and reincarnate into a novel? Though I thought..’ before he continued his words in heart. He was silent for a moment. He looked around him, as well as his cellphone which was still in his hand.

‘Wait, this is it... THIS IS MY ROOMUUU?’

***

Seriate.

Actually connected.